I’m 16 years old, and live with my dad. Last week, at 10:30pm, I decided to go out and get an ice-cream. My dad is cool with me going out, so I told him I was going. I walked to the shop, which is about 15min walk from my place, and got my ice-cream. I was about halfway home, when I heard a van pull up on the side of the footpath. I could just see a man sitting behind the wheel. He looked at me, and started to open the door. Immediately, I began to walk faster. He hopped out, and started walking unsteadily towards me, cat-calling me. I could tell he’d been drinking. He was catching up to me, and I was really scared. Next thing I know, he’s grabbed my arse. I screamed, and bolted home. When I arrived home, I didn’t tell my dad what happened. I was embarrassed and terrified he would find me. It’s so wrong and disgusting that females are unable to go out by themselves without feeling scared. I know what would have happened if i hadn’t had run, and I don’t want to think about it.
